Then you will remember me." He was about to leave her, but he had not taken two steps before he turned, with all the anger and the passion softened in his eyes, and said, putting his hand out towards yet not to touch her, "Good-bye--for the last time." And then the look was such as might be turned upon a forgiven executioner.
"Good-night," she replied, and she did not look into his eyes, but out to sea.

Her eyes remained fixed upon its furtive gloom.

She too was furtive and gloomy at this moment.

They were both sleek, silent, and remorseless.

There was a slight rustle to her dress as she changed her position.